Saturday, October 24, 2009

28 Weeks Later

(2007) **

This movie diminished in my estimation with each passing scene, so that my prediction of the rating I would give slipped from four-star to three-star to two-star over the course of its (brief) running length. It’s too bad, because writer/director Juan Carlos Fresnadillo and the other filmmakers clearly wanted to follow respectfully in the footsteps of Danny Boyle’s vastly superior 28 Days Later (2002), and the ambitious seriousness with which they took on that task is worth celebrating and rewarding. Unfortunately, despite the tremendous care taken to extend the elements of the first movie without altering or diminishing them, the project is fundamentally ill-conceived and the resulting movie is a hopeless muddle.

The basic problem isn’t really anyone’s fault: the original story is too balanced, too complete; there’s no legitimate hook with which to build a sequel. 28 Days Later mimicked the structure of conventional zombie movies, but invented a clever “hard-sci-fi” alternative to the zombie mechanism itself: rather than walking undead, the ubiquitous ghouls were living people infected by a fictitious virus that generates the same zombie-like behavior (e.g. incoherence; attempting to eat everybody). The “RAGE” virus (created in a laboratory and accidentally released) spreads through the exchange of contaminated bodily fluids like a conventional infection, but does it quickly, so that anyone bitten or cut (or bled upon) by an infected person becomes an insane, blood-vomiting cannibal in a matter of seconds. Speed was the key concept behind most of the scenes in 28 Days Later; rather than silently lumbering around like George A. Romero zombies, Boyle’s “infected” sprint towards their victims en masse, screaming like banshees, to terrifying effect. (That’s my biggest problem with Weeks, by the way: with the exception of an excellent opening sequence, the movie just isn’t that scary.)

As any devotee of conventional zombie movies knows, zombies = end of the world; there’s no way to tell a zombie story without discussing the apocalypse, since there’s really no way to beat them (as octopunk put it, “the zombies get the upper hand and never lose it”). But the victims of the “RAGE” virus are different, and, as a result, Boyle’s movie has a (relatively) happy ending, in which the British military successfully contains the virus to the U. K., and the clear implication is that the world’s governments will help rebuild and repopulate Britain. The movie ends with what appears to be conclusive evidence of a competently-run aftermath, and a corresponding sense of finality. This is the big problem for the writers of Weeks: how to re-kindle a fire that’s basically been extinguished. What they came up with -- this movie’s central idea -- seemed vaguely promising as the movie began, but, as I said, it’s really just a card-house that collapses in slow motion, with the final cards dropping just as the movie ends.

The new story centers around a single nuclear family of survivors, who have been separated during the aftermath of the original “RAGE” crisis. Parents Robert Carlyle and Catherine McCormack are hiding in a remote farmhouse with a small group of survivors; their children (Imogen Poots and Mackintosh Muggleton) (those are the actual names) have been removed from the country according to plotting that I couldn’t quite follow, and are brought back to London much later as part of an American-led NATO military initiative to repopulate the city. In the movie’s opening sequence (and its only genuinely frightening scene) the parents’ fortified farmhouse is penetrated and attacked by "the infected," and Carlyle (displaying the sort of horror-movie cowardice for which characters are always exquisitely punished) leaves his wife behind to perish and runs for safety. Seven months later (see the title) the children are reunited with their father (who keeps his shameful secret about abandoning their mother) in a Baghdad-style “green zone” within London that’s the foundation of NATO’s repopulation efforts.

But Mom is still alive, hiding in the family’s original London town house, and is discovered by the children when they escape the military perimeter and return there to gather their belongings. It takes the military a spectacularly long time to figure out where the kids have gone and to retrieve them, despite the fact that rooftop snipers with powerful telescopic scopes actually witnessed their escape. (Already, as I’m sure I’m making clear, the story is beginning to come apart; there’s just no way to justify any of this behavior.) The mother is medically unique: an Army doctor (the excellent Rose Byrne, who played the spacecraft pilot in Danny Boyle’s sublime 2007 sci-fi thriller Sunshine) discovers that she’s been bitten -- she's carrying the “RAGE” virus -- but she’s somehow immune to its effects. This means that she (and, according to some tenuous medical logic, her children) are the key to discovering a cure for the virus itself, which would seem like a far more urgent goal if the spread of the infection hadn’t been successfully contained and neutralized in the first movie.

There are some intriguing procedural sequences surrounding the above events, including some reasonably diverting portrayals of extreme military operations against the unfamiliar backdrop of a modern Western city, but the card-house has already begun to fall apart. The filmmakers proceed to completely lose control of the story, so that the immediate, requisite escalation of fiascos (the virus begins to spread; the father and then the mother are lost; the security of the green zone is compromised; the military discipline breaks down; the power goes out; chaos reigns) is the result of every single character behaving in the stupidest possible fashion and of every surveillance and monitoring system in the city being ignored or overlooked. The intriguing family drama (the kids discover their father’s shameful secret) is tossed overboard immediately; new characters are introduced and summarily dispatched; the NATO forces appear to go insane and do everything the filmmakers can think of to make the situation worse.

None of this is remotely interesting or frightening, and the across-the-board failure of the movie to generate any suspense, fear or interest stands in marked contrast to the original movie, which is a masterpiece of horror in comparison. It’s fairly obvious that the disquieting, profound way that the Army discipline broke down into murderous fascism in the first movie (according to well-worn Danny Boyle themes) inspired the corresponding military screw-ups in this movie, but the idea is so nonsensically and arbitrarily employed that they really ought not to have even bothered; any intended social commentary is lost on the viewer. A great deal of work apparently went into creating this movie’s deserted London (frequently viewed from the air, or at night, or both, in order to emphasize its eerie, dark loneliness), but the effect isn’t nearly as unnerving and spooky as the comparatively modest, low-budget tricks used in the original movie. (Admittedly, part of the problem for me is that I’m simply not that familiar with the city; I thought I Am Legend was vastly more effective at the same task, but that may only be due to the fact that it showed my home town.) As I said, the completeness and finality of the original movie may have “boxed in” the filmmakers, preventing them from coming up with anything good to begin with, but I think that’s too kind: 28 Weeks Later is just inspired enough, just good enough in its fundamentals, that the vast disappointment of the movie is squarely the fault of Fresnadillo and the other filmmakers, who were halfway towards some good ideas and dropped the ball spectacularly.

Yeah, I ended up writing a more involved review than I thought I would, just because the disappointment was so maddening and I was determined to nail down exactly what had gone wrong (or at least try to).

"I thought I Am Legend was vastly more effective at the same task, but that may only be due to the fact that it showed my home town."

That's because there was ONE GUY with 200 Production Assistants under his command who totally emptied that shit out.

I just wanted to injure myself again patting myself on the back. I'm glad all that ridiculous effort to shut down swaths of the heart of Manhattan still doesn't go unnoticed.

Great review as always; "Days" broke the seal on the "running zombies" concept, and I can tell you that at the packed-house viewing of Dawn of the Dead (remake), the very second that the first zombie takes off at a dead-on sprint was a HUGE crowd-shocker. But "Days" did it first, and is an incredible film. I never got around to this one, and 400 Weeks Later, I probably still won't.

Hey, Stan, I've got a million I Am Legend questions for you. (Starting with the sequence in front of Grand Central, atop the bridge: am I correct in my guess that it was shot there during the day with normal 42nd street traffic continuing unabated below the bridge, and a big blue- or greenscreen shield on the south side of the bridge?)

the best scene in the entire film is carlyle ditching his wife. i recall someone writing (maybe in the zombie roundup, although i'm not diving back in there to find out right now) about how we'd all hope that in a crisis, we'd be one of the people who'd do the heroic thing -- who'd behave well and be a rescuer -- and not pussy out and leave our friends behind.

the opening scene is a sensitive portrayal of this exact dilemma. indeed, carlyle is just about the only character who inspires any sympathy in the entire film. and after scene one, it's a series of missed opportunities.

[[[SPOILERSPOILERSPOILERSPOILER]]]the worst of which, for me, is the mass infection scene, when the mob is locked in that big warehouse room and everyone gets infected in a matter of seconds. you know, as a viewer with a brain, what's going on in there, but it's all LALALALA FLASH BANG LALALALALA OH NO! EVERYTHING'S SO CONFUSING IN HERE!

it's a cheap shortcut, like the Batman Forever fight choreography that Octo is always complaining about.

Jordan, that's precisely how that sequence was done. We owned the bridge, but nothing below it.

Other days, however, we owned it ALL. It was my first day at 6am standing in Herald Square ON TOP of a Bradley tank, looking east & west on 34th (empty between 5th & 7th), and north (empty to 42nd Street on BOTH 6th & Broadway).

It was one of those unbelievable movie-biz moments.

(I feel like I'll still be be talking about this in a rocking chair in a nursing home, and all my other elderly friends will just roll their eyes. "There I was, megaphone in hand...")

Right. And then you'll start in about your legs being in Eight-Legged Freaks and we'll all throw our false teeth at you.

Anyway, speaking of 28 Weeks Later, this one indeed has a steep downward curve on all the graphs. Except the "suck" graph.

The opening sequence is pure 28 Days, even down to the music. I think. Am I right? Not sure, but the feel is the same.

This movie lost me utterly when the requisite sigma event of the virus escaping was so miserably contrived. They have the most dangerous thing in the world and they just leave it in an empty room with nobody watching it. Uh-uh, that would just not happen. At that point I don't care if everybody dies.